-chuckles- Nein, technology comes easy for myself. It is more efficient to simply give my phone to you and have you input the number than exchange numbers.-gives a small bow of his head- It has been a pleasure Vee. Have a good evening.

-chuckles, large frame heaving- Ja.. Uh.. it is a long story. Perhaps one to tell over a drink or two. -cants head side to side to stretch his neck- Maybe we can meet for a drink after I finish my business in the city? A few days from now?

-finds her wording.. odd- -chuckles at the jazz hands and tongue- You sure? -shakes his head- Nein, they just did not approve of my departure. My parents expected for me to carry on the family business. I had different plans.. it was a different time in Germany though. The wall had just fallen a few years previous. I wanted more than what my life there had to offer. -nods- I have not been here for very long, personally. I have known Adara for quite some time however and she and a few other people are who I consider family. But thank you, I appreciate the sentiment.. -genuine smile- I would be honoured. I just need to get some fake papers..-larger smile-

-nods as he listens- It is quite impressive and yes, very unique. And I am envious as that sounds truly amazing. Something I have always been interested in but have never had the chance to do.. visit Egypt I mean.-wouldn't be visiting that area anytime soon due to some business issues- -lifts a brow as her sentence trails off- I figured if you were Egyptian, you were of old lineage since now they are of more Arabian heritage and you are quite fair. -chuckles, gives a wink- Ja, I was wondering if I had lost you somewhere.. -posture stiffens- And no, I have not seen my family in many years. I am no longer welcome home. I once had a younger sister but she passed away when we were in middle school. Whether my parents had children or not, after I left, I am unsure. I was young when I left home.-shrugs, slightly guarded- It is possible that I have siblings.. but I do not know of them.

-a true look of surprise- How very interesting.. so your youth must have been quite exciting then Fraulein. I am, honestly, a tiny bit jealous. What a wonderful way to grow up. To see the world and ancient civilisations. Do you see your parents often?-he now understood her interest in languages- And very curious.. your surname is Bastet? Are you Egyptian then?-the woman was truly interesting, to say the least- And ja, livestock.. butchers.

-listens, enraptured by her story- That is very interesting, Vi. Did they do many digs in Egypt? I have always been fascinated by Egyptology. Have you been to the Neues Museum in Berlin to see the bust of Nefertiti? It's quite beautiful.-brow furrows- So you are inclined to learning languages then? Does it come easy for you?-chuckles quietly- You must be hated by many women then. To have such a metabolism. And me, in shape? Just large from manual labor. Working on the farm as a child and teen. There is really no gym routine I have.

-clears his throat- German is sometimes a difficult language. Capitalisation of a word can change the meaning, drastically. I may be able to help you from time to time.-lowers his head, chuckles- Very astute, and nein. -raises a brow- I think you're fairing quite well, Fraulein. However, I do not think anyone needs as lithe of body as the model Dovima. She was terribly thin.

-ponders- Taught? Nein. Most of my friends were from Slavic countries.-nods- Ja, I come from a very long line of Butchers. -grins, oddly proud- She was a beautiful woman. Classically beautiful. Elegant. I can see why your mother would name you as such. A blessing, ja?

-raises both brows- Uh.. it is actually Russian for Butcher. -clears his throat- Metzger is German for Butcher. -contemplates sharing- Which happens to be my last name. -tilts head- Dovima is an interesting name.. it wouldn't happen to be short for Dorothy Virginia Margaret, would it?

-stops on his way to.. someplace, to welcome the newest member- Guten Tag.-places a fist over his chest and gives a small bow- Willkommen. If you should need anything, please let me know. Myasnik is what I am generally called but 'V' works as well. And is much simpler to say for most.

Ah, no. My bobcat is-Hmm. I never actually gave him a name.
He seems to respond well to, 'Hey!' and 'Come over here!'.
Raul is a very grumpy, knife wielding gremlin who lives in the kitchens. If you're fast, everyone will be fine. If not?
*makes throat cutting motion with his thumb*

Ehhhh.
*shrugs*
The closer you are to The Den proper, the more likely you are to deal with a bunch of drunks after midnight.Not that that would be the absolute worse thing.
*grins*
Unless you're a fan of, you know. Sleep.

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” Soleil responds with a loud sigh of relief, “Daniel just doesn’t feel comfortable with being on opposite coasts. Always been protective, you know?”

After a quiet laugh, she promises that their plans for some R&R are still on, that she’d never pass up a beach day with her best friend (and the boys). She hopes that even a fraction of her gratitude is expressed in the tone of her voice.

“The same goes for you, Vee. I’m here for you. Always. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.”

The discussion of getting away, and of visiting Vee hadn't gone the way Soleil would've hoped. Her wife, although ever gracious and polite in the company of others, has always been wary of Soleil's friendships, especially after what had happened with Elouise Orlav (now, Warrock). But, certain circumstances prevent Soleil from simply packing her bags, boarding a flight with her sons, and taking a vacation on the West Coast - she's experienced some vital, and drastic life changes, unbeknownst to her best friend.

Soleil's phone rings, and she accepts the call almost immediately. "Hey," she breathes, heart pounding against her ribcage. She pauses to collect her thoughts, but only for a half a moment. Then, everything spills out in a single breath.

"Rhiannon died. Well, sort of. There was an accident in Montana, long story. She died, and the angel who'd been using Rhiannon's body as vessel was catapulted into another host. Turns out, God has a sick sense of humor. Human Rhiannon is alive, and the angel now has a male vessel. Named Daniel."

Soleil doesn't skip a beat at the mention of the angel. After the discussion she'd had with Vee about the supernatural, she's fairly certain nothing is too jarring.

"Anyways," Soleil continues, finally taking a breath, "Daniel insists on coming along. Not that he doesn't trust you, it's just been really hard. Being apart, and all. Since I'm still living in the brownstone, and Daniel... isn't."

“No, no,” she responds quickly, “I think a visit will do us both a lot of good. Don’t worry about the cooking and whatnot. We can figure that out as we go.”

The emptiness in Soleil’s chest has been filled some. Enough to get her through to when she’ll be visiting her best friend. For now, her focus is prepping for the journey - flying with two toddlers will be, no doubt, a new experience.

Soleil can feel her lips spread into a smile; the sensation is strange, as if the muscles in her face are unfamiliar with the movement. It’s been a few days since her last genuine expression of happiness. Soleil isn’t sure if this plan has provided any sense of relief for Vee, but it’s done wonders for her own stress and anxiety levels.

Soleil is more than happy to oblige; a getaway would offer much needed respite, regardless of the underlying motivation. She’d been debating whether or not to take the boys to Boston, the city she’d always call home, just for a little bit of normalcy. But, visiting Vee would definitely be the perfect alternative. The two women had grown close, and Soleil is starting to realize that she’d do quite a lot for her friend. Vee’s ‘secret’ had just proved to be another reason why they got along so well.

It’d been quite a while since Soleil had spoken to Vee, and of course, that initial text provided some relief, despite it’s less-than-chipper tone. Soleil is saddened to hear of Madison’s passing - although she’d never known the child, she can tell that her death had left quite an impact. The sorrow in Vee’s voice is easily discernible.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Vee,” she responds, solemnly, “Is there anything that I can do? The boys and I can visit as a distraction.”

Soleil is cautious not to include Rhiannon’s name. For now, she’s flying solo. It’s a long, complicated story that Vee is in no position to process at the moment, given the current tragedy.

“It’s not, uhm” - there’s a brief pause as Soleil clears her throat - “It’s not particularly good news. But, it can wait. My priority is making sure you’re alright.”

"Not poor? Living a life of poverty one tends to imagine living rich. I never would fit in with the uptown snobs anyways." Beau couldn't help but scoff at the thought! "thanks again for the welcome. Maybe I will see you at my bar sometime."

-rolls eyes, feigns irritation-
Good mood, huh?
-nudges-
Did you know that the scientific name for bananas is musa sapientum? It means fruit of the wise men.
-nudges again, smirks-
Not sure how that applies to you, though...

"As long as the tarnish ain't on my money maker." The man then gestured to his face giving a rather charming smile before wiggling his eyebrows. When the woman protested at his decision he gave a soft shrug. "What can I say? I'm a tease. If everything was fair I'd be rich by now.",/i>

A hand was placed over his heart; a feigned look of offense painting his features. "I want to be new and shiny forever!" A teasing grin replaced his offense while his hands slid into the pockets of his jeans. "Yes, the legit circus. What I did? Well, I can't go around telling my past to just anyone! That's ruin the mystery."

V
I'm honored that you'd make the trek!
You'll adjust to the weather rather quickly, don't worry.
I suppose it doesn't bother me since I lived in Moscow. Either that, or I'm related to the sisters from Frozen.

V
I don't see why he wouldn't. I know he's not the most social creature, but he knows you, at least.
I actually have no idea, he just said hunting. And I'm sure you've already figured that he's rather cryptic sometimes.

V
We have blankets, and spiked hot chocolate. Plenty of things to keep you warm.
Rhiannon and I honeymooned in Cancun, it was incredible!
Speaking of blonde, I’ve actually gone au natural. It’s been a while, but when we adopted Wilson, I figured the platinum might be a little juvenile. But, I kind of miss it.

V
Anywhere is warmer than New York.
I can only imagine how nice Cancun must've been.
So, when you're ready to brave the cold, we'll be here!
How was Cancun, by the way? Did you go just for the holiday?

V
Well, our most recent acquisition was Q-Tip, a King Charles Spaniel. But, I know you're more of a cat person.
I'm sure you'll get along great with our kittens. We have 3 because Rhiannon has little self control when visiting the pet store.

*offers a simple shrug*Practice makes perfect. In an ideal world, wooden beams or not, a flick of the wrist would shake free even the most delinquent of prisoners.
*narrows eyes*
Alas. Until then..
*waves hand ominously*
Tiber. I am called Tiber.

V
NY was my home before Moscow. It was Rhiannon's, as well.
You should visit sometime. We have a guest room, if you wanted to stay for a bit.
Although, we've recently acquired a toddler. His name is Wilson, and he likes big cats.

Soleil catches sight of the striking young woman she’d been waiting for, and out of courtesy, stands as Vee approaches the table. “Hello indeed,” she responds, trademark grin tugging at the corner of her mouth, “I’m sorry to say that my wife is unable to join us tonight. Caught up at work.”

Although she is genuinely saddened by the absence of her wife, Soleil is glad to be back in Vee’s company. It’d only been a few days since their first encounter, but the young Whitaker has found herself utterly fascinated by her. She can sense that there is more to this woman than her impeccable eyebrows and high cheekbones.

Soleil is reluctant to part ways, thoroughly amused with the young woman before her. But, she has promised Rhiannon she’d be home for dinner. So, with another flash of her white teeth, she bids Vee a good evening with another two-finger saluted. “Catch you around,” she calls over her shoulder, feet already carrying her in the direction of home.

Emerald irises burned through the darkness as she stood just within the mouth of an alley, silver hair hanging in curled curtains around a youthful face. Dark lashes fluttered on her cheeks as she looked around, spotting someone that she hadn’t seen before. She could smell the blood, and she knew that she was quite covered in it, her simple white dress splattered with it, her face crusted thickly in places with the substance. She shrugged slender shoulders and stepped out into the glow of a sickly yellow street light, glancing up at the bulb as it buzzed softly with electricity. Her shadow raced up the brick wall to her left, vanishing where the light died. She took a step forward before pausing for a moment. What to say to someone that one had never met before. After a moment she began to walk again, bare feet silent on the sidewalk, drops of blood still falling around her as she moved, She walked past the stranger quietly before whispering in her sweet southern accent, “Try not to die around here, there are some rather nasty little creatures wandering around.” She laughed softly as she turned her head slightly to look at the newcomer. “I’d say you can find me if you need anything, but heaven knows I’m the wrong person to ask for help."

A smirk tugs on her lips at the mention of boundaries. As a married couple, Soleil and Rhiannon Whitaker have an... unorthodox definition of the word. By no means is their relationship open since they're both of the possessive nature. But, they've never been known to shy away from added promiscuity. "Admire all you want, doll," she replies, "I think we're going to get along just fine."

Soleil is beginning to enjoy Vee’s company. There’s something about the woman’s cheerful demeanor that she finds captivating - it reminds her some of the way her wife had been so fervently enamored with life when they first met. She offers a laugh of her own before lifting a hand to wave idly. “Rhiannon can be rather possessive, yes. But, so can I.”

Soleil gives an empathetic nod. Her own parents were rather unconventional as well - the name ‘Soleil’ might just be slightly less popular than ‘Dovima.’ She can't help but raise an amused brow as Vee mirrors her actions. Bold.

“Tell you what, screw caution,” she says, finally letting go of Vee’s hand, “Come grab a drink with me and my wife. We’d be happy to show you around.”